Poems (Davidson)/My Last Farewell to my Harp
MY LAST FAREWELL TO MY HARP.
And must we part? yes, part forever?I'll waken thee again—no, never;Silence shall chain thee cold and drear,And thou shalt calmly slumber here.Unhallowed was the eye that gazedUpon the lamp which brightly blazed,The lamp which never can expire,The undying, wild, poetic fire.And O! unhallowed was the tongueWhich boldly and uncouthly sung;I blessed the hour when o'er my soulThy magic numbers gently stole,And o'er it threw those heavenly strains,Which since have bound my heart in chains;Those wild, those witching numbers stillWill o'er my widowed bosom steal.I blessed that hour, but O! my heart,Thou and thy lyre must part; yes, part;And this shall be my last farewell,This my sad bosom's latest knell.And here, my harp, we part forever;I'll waken thee again, O! never;Silence shall chain thee cold and drear,And thou shalt calmly slumber here.